Finn’s POVMy head snapped to the right, the scent like heaven-sent, and my wolf went insane, slamming hard against me. MATE, MATE, he screams in my head.I walk to the group of women, and when one of them stops, I stop too. She says: MATE. Her hair was braided in a golden color, and her pale blue eyes looked through me. She blinks quickly, obviously surprised, lips parting as if to say more, but no words come. She shifts her weight, glancing down at her hands, and I catch a hint of nerves in the way she bites her bottom lip. Still, there’s a kind of quiet strength in her posture, chin lifting as she meets my gaze again. She is so beautiful, even in her ripped pants and dirty shirt, and in that moment, I sense the stubborn courage it must have taken to speak the word aloud.What is your name? I ask her, my eyes never leaving her.Olivia, she says as her cheeks turn pink.Fin, I tell her, my name, then I gently kiss her hand. I don’t let go of her hand and hand the basket she is carryi
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